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Syrran wrap, like a boa constrictor, wrappin' ya. Never been disgusted, but I just like love it, Wit my streetsweeper, put hoes in your bucket. C-Bo The house on the water, independent shippin' quarters, Movin' tapes like K across every border. Wicked as Stephen King when my mental and vocal clashes. Gettin' the cash, while Mr. Up from your feet to your neck, nigga, attackin' ya.

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I dumps quick, my clique be so thick, With hi-tech mob shit, crooked as Soviet. Movin' patterns on your bitch-ass cuz I heard that you was a hater. California's the state, where all bustas die.

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First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise. Comin' up narvaless the psychadelic bui'ness, don't sit in it. So remain calm, this shit is C-4 bomb, Set trip off your motherfuckin' city like 'Nam. Now, how many niggas in yo clique wanna ride on me? Who got the deepest murder clique, that's some would sick. It's just some ballin'-ass niggas down to die for the West Side.

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Don' push me, I'm too close to the edge Might take one to the head. Lyrical madness, step up, take up, and start blastin'. Solo on a flame line, dumpin' hollow tip 9's. Takin' over your brain, causin' addiction like 'caine, More deadly than a grand shot of Heroine marvaess the vein. Ain't to many busta-ass niggas from the West Side.

I do or die for mine, livin' life like I'm blind. I'm born and raised a hustler, got love for my family, fuck friends. Survival 1st Typed by: So many murders and homicides in front of my eyes.

West side niggas stackin' meal tickets. Inflict pain, on any nigga that step in my range. When I gets to bustin', I let loose like a Mac This game is way past wicked.

Retalliate with hollow tips, blast, and splatter your brain. Wlcked Survival first, ask questions later. Defeated your purpose, now you caught up in some deep shit. Oh who can save ya? Best recognize, step up and check eyes. C-Bo It's the season of the sickness, marks on my shitlist.

Bad puts down the smash. Wicked as Stephen King when my mental and vocal clashes. Gettin' the cash, while Mr.

If they know by these rocks I'm pushin' for the blocks. Up from your feet to your neck, nigga, attackin' ya. Ballers is what they call us, too much for the ATL.

Still I commence to kick it.